A Dream Shattered – by Musk Oxen

A date thingy? Ah! Calendar

**Warning**

Okay, I just did that so you would pay attention. Today’s not one of those… oh so bad days. More of a slinky up and smack you on the butt days(if that makes sense. No? Never mind.). Today, I’ve toned it down to just a smidgen of smutiness (oh how I love alliterations) to ease you gently into a new week. So for your enjoyment — no please, I insist — here’s Donner!

But before you delve into the story, don’t forget, there are others stories waiting perusal by your magnificent selves.

Day 7. I’d gone against Doctors orders and taken a bath. I couldn’t greet the Reindeer I idolised smelling like crap. How I’d spent many a night tucked away in my bedroom as a young Ox, fawning over her photo calendar. December was always my favourite month. Oh, if only.

No. I couldn’t get distracted. Donner wasn’t the Reindeer I remembered her to be. ‘Twinkle. Huh!’ Just another sad tale of desperation. But I spruced up my bed-sit all the same.

The doorbell chimed out ‘Last Christmas’. She was here. I scurried around the room, lit a few candles and then opened the door.

Oh how I love that smell.

She stood in the doorway, smelling of mince pies and mulled wine, dressed in a deep-red fur coat and black patent thigh-high boots. Damn, she looked sexy. She picked up the large, crocodile-skin bag at her feet and sauntered into the room. It took all my strength not to pounce on her.

She turned and faced me. ‘So you’re the nosey reporter. Look, I’d stop asking questions if I were you, the boss isn’t happy. Anyway, why would I kill my sugar daddy? To do this!’ She gestured at me then stormed out the door.